Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine.

The Beginning of The End

Thoughts of you,
our history,
flow through my mind insistently.
My energy
is wasted on remorse,
and while I'm struggling desperately
to keep my dignity,
your destiny
is following its course.
A memory, life's driving force

Whispers in the dark;
a meeting at the park,
a flash
of sudden inspiration.
We rode out into the night,
surrounded by moonlight,
to an unknown destination;
and with memories following close behind,
we climbed up a hill to gaze at the sky -
to talk about life as it's passing us by,
and we tried to find the reasons why

Is it useless to hope that this torment will cease
and passions lose allure?
That time will offer some kind of release
and memories will blur?

Karleen (netpoets)

"Edward."

Alice laid her small hand on my shoulder, her eyes reflecting a sad light.

"It's been three years, Alice. And I can't move on."

"I know, Edward. It hurts."

"You don't know, Alice!"

I turned from the window and grabbed the nearest thing in my hand: a vase. I threw it across the room, letting go of all my anger. I shattered the window with my bare hands, my heart aching.

"Damn it all!"

I punched the wall, driving a large hole through it. I flattened my fist and slid down unto my knees helplessly. My body began to shake with my dry sobs as I whispered,

"Damn everything. Damn life."

Alice knelt beside me and buried murmured,

"It's ok, Edward. Everything will be ok."

"No it won't. Everything's nothing but fine."

There was a comforting silence, except for the wind tinkling at the broken shards of glass. My mind drew out flashes of Bella and my memory. Everything seemed to be alright then. How did it lead to this?

"This is my entire fault. I shouldn't have left her."

"Don't you dare believe that! You did it for her good!"

I ignored her and continued,

"Sometimes, I wish I can forget."

"Edward…"

"I wish that I could, truly, find things to distract me, as I had claimed to Bella. I wish…"

I shook my head and whispered,

"I wish I wasn't such a monster."

I gripped the broken pieces of glass with my bare hands, squeezing them until my hand drew blood.

"No one knew what was going to happen. You didn't know. Even I, who can read the future, didn't know."

I shook my head and whispered,

"I told her nothing would happen to her."

I let the glass fall to the wooden floor, creating a tinkling noise.

"And she…"

I paused, letting the pain in my heart burn me.

"Trusted me."

The rain outside began to hurl themselves through the broken window, causing puddles on the floor. A piece of paper fluttered inside, landing in front of me. I picked it up and unfolded it.

There's always a beginning in the end.

I shook my head and murmured,

"I am an exception, I think."

"No, Edward."

I looked up and saw Alice smiling sadly.

"There's always more in life. Who knows? Bella might still be alive. The world is a large place, Edward. And we have eternity to look."

"I looked for three years, Alice."

Alice shook her head and said,

"No, Edward. You waited for three years."